Is that becoming your idol?"
He whispered in my ear
The warm of his voice was almost fire
Dank breath and crusty words
"It is true"
I say
" I have been painting a lot lately
Color has taught me to breathe again"
"But shouldn't Jesus be the one that helps your breath? Shouldn't you rely on him more than your paint?"
I considered this, sitting shoulder to shoulder with the shadow
Uncomfortable
Trying to weigh if this was conviction or guilt
His breath curling around me like a lip on a lip
"Well, I see your point
Dark Shadow,
But just now I remembered that
He was the one who gave me all of this color
And told me everytime I use it
He smiles
And so I'll continue I think His words
And not these new ones you've thrust on me"
the accuser is such a dirty bastard. yeah. i said it. keep creating chelsea. that is more like the Creator than the destroyer.
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